Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Nie Yuanzhi glanced at Li Tingyi.

At this moment, he could understand why the other party was so surprised just now!

If it were him, he would probably be the same after seeing the Tianyuan Spiritual Rice with an output of more than 800 kilograms per mu.

Perhaps, these spiritual rice can only be regarded as a helper on the road of cultivation for them and even other ordinary immortal disciples.

It can make them take fewer nourishing pills and speed up their cultivation.

But for the low-level casual cultivators around Beiyue City, the huge team of spiritual planters under the feet of the major immortals, and even the miners who were sent to the mines and never saw the sun all day, this is comparable to the existence of spiritual pills!

They can allow these low-level cultivators, those ordinary people who were teleported from all walks of life but had no chance of immortality, to start practicing.

Nie Yuanzhi has even guessed it.

Once the Tianyuan Spiritual Rice is cultivated on a large scale, it will probably cause a complete change in the cultivation continent!

"Nie Family... Elder, how did the headmaster do it?" Li Tingyi's mood has calmed down a lot.

"Don't ask these questions first!" Nie Yuanzhi had a very different idea.

The most urgent task was not to find out how Chen Mo did it, but to understand what they should do!

"What was the original ratio for the grain collection?"

"Same as in previous years, the old rule, 1 to 1." Li Tingyi replied.

"Quick! Send people to each peak! Leave 50 catties per mu, and collect all the rest!"

Are you kidding?

Leave 400 catties for these spiritual plant husbands?

These spiritual rice, they can reward these people, but they must not leave so much for them, otherwise something will definitely go wrong!

When He Zhiping heard that only 50 catties per mu were left for them, although he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face, he had already cursed Nie Yuanzhi's ancestors in his heart!

"Isn't this bad?" Even Li Tingyi felt something was wrong.

This is naked exploitation!

"Not good?" Nie Yuanzhi snorted coldly, "Do you really think that the yield of more than 800 kilograms per mu is grown by these spiritual plant husbands?"

"Ah?"

"Two possibilities! Either, the seeds of Tianyuan Lingmi can achieve it; or..." Nie Yuanzhi hesitated for a moment, but still said it, "Or, it is related to the master's magical power! But no matter which one has nothing to do with these spiritual plant husbands, leaving them 50 kilograms per mu is already good."

After hearing this, Li Tingyi did not dare to delay, and immediately arranged for people to go to the major immortal peaks.

On the other side, He Zhiping, who came to ask questions, was also sent back to the foot of the mountain, and only two people were left on the immortal peak.

At this time, Li Tingyi asked the doubts in his heart.

"Master, what does magical power mean? Isn't it that only the Yuanying realm can awaken magical powers?"

"You are wrong!" Nie Yuanzhi looked in the direction of Motai Peak, and his heart became more and more determined that Chen Mo was the descendant of the legendary secret clan!

Although he had never seen or even heard of the secret clan, he learned about such an existence independent of the Wuchi Kingdom's feudal system from a few words in ancient books.

"It is true that only those in the Nascent Soul Realm can awaken magical powers, but if there is inheritance, those in the Golden Core Realm can also have a chance to comprehend!" After saying that, he turned his head, "Do you remember the heavy rain that covered the entire Motai Mountain?"

Li Tingyi's pupils suddenly dilated: "Magic power - calling the wind and rain?"

"That's right!"

"But what does this have to do with the output of Tianyuan Lingmi?"

"Tingyi, you and I are both Golden Cores! You follow the sword path of Jian Shiqi, and I follow the most common fire path in the family. Have you ever thought about what would happen if you and I awakened magical powers? Killing? Burning? What if the master inherited the spiritual plant path?"

"Increase production?! The magical power inherited by the master is not to call the wind and rain? But to increase production?"

"Yes! Clouds and rain are just carriers."

In just a few short sentences, Nie Yuanzhi has thought a lot.

He even figured out how to report to the headmaster after collecting the grain!

Even how to use the Tianyuan Spiritual Rice to completely change the situation of the three northern cities! If Motai Mountain can come up with something that makes these immortal gates excited, they will naturally be willing to participate in resisting the corpse tide together.

Li Tingyi took a deep breath.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of Motai Peak.

He never thought that an "ordinary" Qi Refining Realm cultivator he met at the Nie Company would have such a great means.

"Spiritual Plant Path, Spiritual Plant Path." Nie Yuanzhi also shook his head, "Maybe Shennong Sect doesn't need many cultivators who embark on this path."

...

Three days.

Under the premise that the Nie family threw all their efforts, 112 immortal peaks, 380,000 acres of spiritual fields, and 300 million catties of Tianyuan Spiritual Rice were all collected.

With so much spiritual rice, there are almost 10 low-grade storage rings alone.

300 million catties!

With a population of nearly 500,000 in Beiyue City, if people eat normally, it is enough for all the cultivators in the city to eat for four or five months.

You know, this is just the spiritual rice produced by a fairy gate!

On this day, Nie Yuanzhi brought a heavy load of Tianyuan spiritual rice and went up to Motai Peak with Li Tingyi.

Of course, even if he was the secular elder of Motai Mountain, he would not step on this main peak casually.

At the foot of the mountain, the two first communicated through the Yin-Yang sound transmission tube, and only went up the mountain after getting consent.

However, they had already seen Chen Mo who was guarding this place halfway up the mountain.

In addition to him, there was another boy who seemed to be unconcerned about the visitors and only knew to record the spiritual plants in the spiritual field.

For Jin Dan, almost everyone has the ability of photographic memory. With just one glance, Nie Yuanzhi recognized Qin Xi.

Even if Chen Mo's personal disciple is only at the third level of Qi Refining, he must pay enough attention to it.

"Brother Nie? Are you looking for me?"

Nie Yuanshang took a step forward, took out the ten storage rings in his palm, and placed them on the stone table.

"Tingyi has arranged for people to collect all the spiritual rice from the mountain, a total of thirty million kilograms."

"Thirty million catties? That much?" Chen Mo was slightly surprised.

"Don't the headmaster know?" Nie Yuanzhi asked, "Your Tianyuan Lingmi has a yield of more than 800 kilograms per mu!"

"Of course I know this... Could it be that you didn't leave any for the Lingzhi husbands and collected them all?"

This is what surprised him!

"No, no, I left them fifty pounds per acre."

Chen Mo rolled his eyes subconsciously: "You are so cruel!"

"This is all the credit of the Headmaster, so why do they have the right to take more? If the Headmaster wants to give more to the Spiritual Planters, he can give it to them in the form of rewards."

"That's true." After listening to Nie Yuanzhi's explanation, Chen Mo nodded, "Then give them ten million catties. Brother Li, you are responsible."

"Take orders!"

"Why are you taking orders! You are not from Motai Mountain!"

"It's just not for the time being." Li Tingyi understood everything.

"Brother Nie!" Chen Mo glared, "You taught me all this!"

"Headmaster, I have a question, which may be related to the future plans of the Immortal Sect. I wonder if I can ask it!"

"Don't be so polite, big brother, just ask."

"Is the output of Tianyuan Lingmi due to the master's magical power?"